Try to resist arousal, This is similar to how I'd like the RP to go, so, don't beat it yet. XD
Late one night, inside the Cat's Meow, an expensive gentleman's club, several men sat, staring at the beautiful naked bodies of females. Females who performed exotic dances for their hard earned money. Sexy women, some more dangerous than others. But all, seductive. A certain sheen came off of their breasts, a combination of sweat and oil, their nipples perky in the cool room. It was 96 degrees outside, but a very cool 80 degrees inside. The women were hot, their slim figures and sometimes exaggerated breasts dancing around the golden poles. Behind a curtain a somewhat nerdy looking man, older, wearing glasses, and a lab coat, was receiving the VIP treatment. An exotic dance for just him, and a blow-job. What more could he want. The girl whose head was in his lap was pretty, blond, and thin. She began licking the head of his hard cock. He moaned lightly. This bitch was damn good at sucking dick. She plunged down and took his 8 inch johnson deep into her throat. Dexter couldn't help but moan again. She pulled back and sucked on the head quickly, taking only a little in, but causing an insane amount of pleasure. Dexter grasped her hair and shoved her head onto his cock, forcing it into her mouth as he blew his load down the throat. He pulled her head off his member and pulled a hundred from his wallet, tossing it onto the table.

"If you let me fuck you, there's plenty more where this came from. What do you say?"

Dexter had just finished, but he was becoming aroused again, blood slowly making it's way back into his penis. It began pulsing with his heart-beat.

Name: Dexter Anibal
Nickname: Doc
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Appearance: 6' 2" tall, 154lbs, little muscle, defining wrinkles, piercing blue eyes. His face gives him a very fatherly appearance. Appealing to many women because of this. (Every girl marries their father, metaphorically of course.)
Clothing: Dark gray button-down shirt, dark gray slacks, black dress-casual shoes, clean white lab coat. Black tie, loosened. Silver wire framed glasses.
Sexual Preference: Both
Special Abilities: Very creative mind, very seductive, genetic experimentations of an undisclosed amount.
Profession: Scientist (regular at the strip club)
History: Dexter went through more years of college than most people go through from grade school to high school. He has a doctorate degree in Theoretical physics, as well as, Genetic engineering. He has experimented with his genetic engineering on himself, as well as many other test subjects, willing and unwilling. He frequents bars and strip clubs because his sexual desire can almost never be quenched.
Weapons: None.

::A slim fit man sat at the bar. His eyes focused on the girls in front of him, his mind on his drink and his prize. The fat man sitting in the booth in the back of the bar, he sat with two girls. One in his lap, tits in his face, and one under the table lips on his Rod. Detric sat with his coat covering his back and sides. He finished his Crown and coat and continued to watch the dancers, calling the SMOKING hot waitress to his side. Her tits brushed against his shoulder and face as he ordered another, slipping her a 20 as she pecked his cheek and seemed to slide off::

"Its a good night, I'm enjoying this one"

:: Detric Sat back in his chair, his pants not hiding anything as the bulge became clearly visible::

Name: Tabitha Frankford
Nickname: Tabby (nothing out there, but it'll fit her I suppose)
Age: 17 (Just to make her profession all the more "scandalus" XD)
Sex: Female
Sexual Preference: Both
Body-type: 5"3 and slim yet toned. Pale skin but tans nicely during the warner months. Wavy, shoulder length blonde hair and dark green eyes.
Clothing: Skimpy, whether on the clock of off the clock.
History: The usual: dysfunctional family. Sexually abused by her father and older brother as a child. Left to take care of herself for the most part.
Personality: Calm and collected, with her insecurities masked beneath her coy smiles and tempting words. While her school career went down the drain years ago, Tabby has managed to achieve a level of street intelligence notmany young women her age can and live to tell about it.
Special Abilities: Seduction has always been a close ally and whenever that fails, having perfect aim with small guns and knives has come in handy.
Profession: Stripper
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Tabitha yawned as she made one final strut on the front of the stage. She was clothed the most, with her black shoes with the thin three inch heel. Her black bra was still fastened into it's place and her skin tight blue denim jean shorts weren't even unbottoned. She never stripped down completely. Her "employers" loved it. The more she left to the imagination, the more the customers wanted her. She was one of the most expensive girls there and she never even had to go all the way. On the job that is. While the people running the joing applauded her for the money she made them, she was only doing it to make more for herself. At the end of her nights, if they wanted her bad enough, she would see them on her own time and keep the profit. She didn't have time to worry about the type of life she was leading. It kept her out of the house and she was saving some cash on the side. That was all she trained herself to think about.

She turned and winked at the fellow in the front row, leaning as close as he possibly could to the stage. She stepped forward and slowly crouched before him so that he could get a good look at her long, slim legs. Then, once she was at face level with him, she kissed the tips of her fingers and placed them on his lips. Then, she rose and walked off stage as though nothing phased her.

As she made her way off stage, she passed by the man sitting with the other blonde. A smirk made it's way across her soft lips as she looked over at Dexter, the man she had seen more than anyone in this horrible place.

"Go easy on her Doc. She's new." She says, patting him on the shoulder as she made her way back to her "dressing room."

"Hey Tabby, when can I get into your pants again? You're the best fuck around this joint."

Dexter grinned wildly. He looked at the blonde before him, boy did he like blondes. He stood up and fastened his pants. This bimbo wasn't worth his cock's weight in gold. Screw paying her for sex, if he wanted it he's convince her to do it for free. Or find another dumb slut who can't fuck for her life. That bitch's only good quality was her prize winning pecker sucker of a mouth. He didn't like the imperfections of her, she had a mole on he back that would get really distracting. Doc wanted to bend her over and teach her what it was like to really be fucked. None of the pussy shit these younger guys do. It's fucking sad when a guy lasts a few minutes, and can't even bring his woman to orgasm. It's the guy's fault too, he just isn't a good fuck. Not like me. Dex amused himself, he was somewhat of a narcissistic man, but only for good reasons.

Appearance: Tall (6' 4") and slender with a physique that hides his true strength. Every part of his complexion has been made flawless by the genetic alterations, as well as the rest of his body (()). He wears his black hair short cropped, in an efficient style.

Clothing: Dark brown duster with a black hat, the brim worn low.

Sexual Preference: none

Special Abilities: Genetically Engineered Super Soldier

Profession: Bodyguard for Dexter Anibal

History: Project 13 was one of Dexter's original experiments (13th to be exact), and the first completely successful one. Taken unwillingly, any memory of his past has been completely erased. For him, his existence begins with Dexter Anibal. He has been the doctor's constant guard for the decade and a half of his experimentation, both from his enemies, and sometimes his own experiments.

A young man in a long coat sat at the back of the strip club, a bottle of beer in his hand. The beer was just for show though, he couldn't become inebriated. He attempted to wave a stripper away as she leaned in front of him, her ample breasts blocking his vision. When she wouldn't leave, he slid a 5 dollar bill into her thong, and she proceeded onto the next customer. Project 13 didn't understand breasts, and men's interest in the useless flabs of seemingly useless flesh. He proceeded to observe Anibal from across the room, every motion and sound received by his altered senses. The rest of his mind not focused on the doctor was monitoring the activity in the rest of the club. As he placed down his empty beer, it was instantaneously replaced. Alcohol was so impractical, it only impaired one's abilities. He took a sip or the liquid, tasting nothing, and continued to monitor his master.

:: Detric watched as the dressed girl disappeared into the background. His eyes left the mark for a single second, and for that moment he moved. He and his girls headed toward the mens bathroom. Detric shot his eyes all around the club, quickly standing from his seat, knocking it to the floor::

"DAMN IT"

::He shot dead sprint for the mens room, his arms disappearing into his coat at the sides. HE entered the bathroom and was brought to his knees by the awful smell. The scent of urine, semen, and pure shit took him over for a moment. He brought himself up and walked calmly into the bathroom. He saw no one, but heard sounds from the rear stall. Detric found the closest urinal and removed all the alcohol from his system, his face seemed happy for a brief moment. He zipped his pecker back into his pants and questioned the sudden silence. Moving quickly Detric balled his fists up, making his way to the rear stall. He lifted his boot back and hammered it into the stall, only to find it empty::

???: Filthy Hunter

::The man shot from the stall next to Detric and smashed him into the wall. The two wrestled around for a few moments before stopping. As Detric went for his weapon, he was kicked in the chest and out the door of the mens room. Now back onto the floor of the club, Detric stumbled forward. The booze was kicking in again, and at the worse time too::

Project 13's second mind called attention to his first as he noticed a man rushing across the club, his hands reaching for what were most likely firearms. 13 consulted the map of the club that he had memorized and decided that the stranger could not gain access to Anibal through the route he was taking. He probably just drank too much beer. How impractical.

KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

Tabby rolled her eyes. "When Zombies attack." was her only reply as she continued walking, without even looking back toward him and lifting her middle finger up at him.

After a few moments of pushing people out of her way, she finally made it to the room where she and the other girls she worked with dressed and got ready for the nights ahead of them.

"Shit."

She cursed under her breath as she realixed she had a runner in her skincolored stockings.

"We go through more of them than they're worth the trouble, hun." one of the older women said. The woman didn't even look up at her, as she continued to apply a thick layer of mascara over her eyelashes. Tabby didn't have anything to say in reply as she watched her apply the make-up, as though in a daze. Then, when the woman rose to her feet, Tabby was snapped out of it.

"You're lucky you're so young. You don't have to worry about the make up. You go as you are." she says, ruffling Tabby's blonde head with her long red fingernails. Tabby smiled as the woman walked by her. "You'll knock 'em dead tonight." she says as she heads to the corner to fetch her light black jacket. Tabby didn't even bother changing. The clothes she came in with were no better than the ones she wore now. She gives a wave to some of the other girls in the room and opens the door and makes her exit.

:: Detric stumbled forward as the fat man's fist was firmly planted into his face. Detric took a step backward only to be hit twice in the gut and once in the back of the head. The crowd didn't seem to notice the young man being beaten::

???: Ima kill you then Fuck your Dead body boy

"Fat chance Gin"

:: Detric drew a sword from his hip, but before he could swing it Gin's foot was in his face. Knocked to the floor, Detric lost his sword and cursed as the foot in his chest began to suffocate him::

Gin: This is for my Brother.......DIE!!!!!!!!!!

::Gin started to crush Detric's body under his large size 16 foot::

KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

As Tabby was walking from the dressing room, she took the hall that was slightly above the main floor. She took one last look through the glass only to see the scuffle unfolding in front of the enterance of the hall to the bathrooms.

"Bastards." she mumbled as she made her way toward the mess.

She didn't have any plan of stopping the fight in mind. Rather she was acting on impulse, as usual. However, luck just happened to be on her side, as the other man's sword fell to the ground. With one swift motion, she reached down, picked up the sword and was holding the point toward Gin's throat.

"It's bastards like you two that rid me of my customers." she said angrily, her green eyes flaring as she looked from one to the other. "I want you both out of here. Through separate doors. Now."

::In the single second of hesitation. Detric shot from under the foot, grabbed his sword from the girl and in the same motion slashed only once. Detric looked at the girl as he sheathed his sword, the handle clanked against the hilt and Gin instantly fell forward, the large gash in his back clearly visible, but no blood came out::

"Don't ask, its hard to explain"

:: Detric grabbed Gin's belt from behind and began to drag the man toward the door. Stopping to look back at the girl, He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder::

You saved my life. My Names Detric Fairinheit, and if you would allow, I'd enjoy to buy you a drink

:: Detric starts to walk outside. Waving his hand behind him as he was moving::

Let me know.......

KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

Tabby gritted her teeth as she watched Detric drag Gin's body over by the door. She took a quick glance and saw that no one was paying attention. No one that mattered anyway, and if any one in there wanted to rat on her for dragging a dead body to the dumpster, so be it, she thought, they wouldn't want it getting out that she was still underage...

"You could at least drag him completely outside and dump him with the trash." was her only reply as she placed both hands on Gin's motionless shoulders and tried to drag him outside. After a few attempts and falling short of breath, she looks in Detric's direction. "A little help would be nice...this is your mess afterall."

She wasn't going to ask questions. That was something else she had learned a long time ago. The man didn't appear as though he had reason to hurt her, and that was good enough.

"And you don't need to get me drunk if there's something you want from me. You just need a wallet." She adds with a smirk.

Mike had been watching all along. He noticed shit like this. Quickly he pulled up his pants, waved the call girl off of his dick, and she took her lips off his member, he slipped her a 50, and quietly exited after Tabby. What the hell had she gotten herself into this time?

As he exited the premises, he watched her try to haul the large dead man outside.
"Need a hand, Tabby? What the hell happened this time?" he inquired as he picked up one of the dead man's shoulders.
Name: Mike Reagan
Nickname: Hair-Trigger
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Appearance: Tall, about 5' 10", about 158 lbs, long, straight brown hair that reaches his shoulders, and sometimes wears dark sunglasses. Has a degree of stubble on his chin. Often seen smoking.
Clothing: A black Children of Bodom T-Shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers.
Sexual Preference: Women
Special Abilities: Expert marksman, specialization in heavy arms, and a great artistic mind.
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Freelance Artist
History: N/A

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KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

"Oh you know. The usual. I killed him with my bear hands." she says sarcastically. She removed her hands from his shoulders and stood upright. She placed her left hand to the small of her back, wincing from the discomfort, and using her right hand to flick a curly blonde strand out of her face.

"Yeah, no problem," he complied, as he picked up the man by his shoulders and slowly heaved him into the dumpster. He was really quite strong for being as thin as he is, and it really surprised a lot of people.

"Well, aren't you going to get in trouble for skipping your work? Or do you have other reasons for being out here, other than a dead body that needs some disposing?" He smirked at her. This girl was indeed one in a million. He would know.

KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

"I'm supposed to be heading home actually. Ma's gonna need me tonight." was all she said. "The bosses give me everything I want practically...shit, for what I've done for their business...all I had to do was tell 'em I want out early tonight." She says with a shrug.

"Unless this kind gentlemen over here has other plans." She adds, tilting her head in Detric's direction.

:: Detric looked at the two standing outside and walked over to them::

No, i wasn't looking for any favors or whatever. I just wanted to pay you back for saving my life. Gin was worth 50,000 by himself, thats more then enough to pay for the damages I caused to the restroom.

:: Detric looked at the man and then back to the girl, his left arm holding slightly on the hilt of his blood red sword::

Names Detric, but people call me FalleN.

KatanaDark Wizard\"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"

Tabitha nodded. She walked over to Fallen and held out her hand for a handshake.

"The name's Tabby." she says coyly. "And this over here is a good friend of mine, Mike." Gently, she reaches out her hand and places it over Detric's. "No need for the sword. Neither of us will hurt you." She made a quick glance back at Mike before looking up directly into Detric's eyes. "I'll have to refuse the offer for the drink. Besides...I didn't save your life. I saved my own ass. If people keep thinking this place is dangerous, there goes my income."

:: Detric nods to the both of them and walks back into the club. He's lookin for more drinks, and finds his spot at the counter empty. He sits back down and orders a pitcher of booze and another crown and coke. Detric looks around at the rest of the people in the club, smirks wildly and mumbles to himself before turning the pitcher upside down into his mouth::

As Detric went back into the club, Mike looked back at Tabby, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey; are any of the 'back rooms' open? I'm in need of a bit of a session. After all, I did help you out, Tabby." There was a smile in his lips, and Tabby knew from experience that Mike was equipped, to say the least. What harm could it cause, one round before the cows come home?